We could take care of the surface of her ass, if you want, so you could have something to get a better grip on."Ken just leaned over and melted his li...s against Cathy's. They held the kiss and Cathy's eyes flashed with laughter as she heard Cindy drumming her fingertips on the table. Finally, she eased away, took a deep breath, looked at Cindy with her eyes dancing and said, "Does my dear mistress desire something? Or is age beginning to catch up with her? My mistress seems to be starting to. Only once before during one of our sex chats had I found myself becoming somewhat excited. But even that had been nothing like this. We had talked about masturbation. I sat now remembering then how Sharon had openly asked me about it. Her fears regarding it and some of the rumors, silly rumors in fact, she had heard. I had told her then, reassuring her how perfectly normal it was for people to do it in order to reach some personal satisfaction. I had even shared with her the fact that I had. Sometimes it felt like she had me running around for nothing. Making me check things that I had done right and complain that I wasn't concentrating on my job.One late evening she had me run down already multiple times. Finally she was reading through the papers, leaning over showing her big breasts in a tight spaghetti strap tank top. That top was working harder than I ever was trying to contain her tits as I was watching them.I felt I had a hard-on and then I realized she was not wearing a. A match made in heaven. Consuela had been much harder to bring down. She loved to be chased, and was the classic flirt, but she’d had no interest in any of the multitude of potential suitors in the greater Santa Fe area. She’d clubbed constantly and flitted from the arm of one boyfriend to that of another. Truth be told, she’d never found any of them to have what she was looking for. Her only other problem was that she herself didn’t know what exactly appealed to her other than the constant.